Stassi lets out a low whistle. “No way.” She sizes Frog up. “No wonder you think Luna’s cool. You’re paid to think that.” Frog glares, clutching angrily to her Stanley. “That’s not true. The only thing I’m being paid to do is not throw this water bottle at your face. So be lucky—ugh.” Quinn kicks her under the table. She shoots him a fierce look.
